Lyrics Magica (Reprise) - Dio
And
the
games
still
go
on
With
a
warning
to
the
bishop
from
the
pawn
No
one
sees
an
angel
Till
it
smashes
to
the
ground
And
then
you
run
somewhere
And
leave
it
lying
there
Then
on
we
sail
Never
thinking
that
the
wind
could
ever
fail
No
one
gets
to
heaven
Till
they′ve
lived
a
while
in
hell
And
even
then
it's
rare
That
you′ll
be
going
there
Aliens:
Now
we
understand.
All
traces
of
Magica
must
be
eliminated.
Infection.
Infection.
Delete,
delete,
delete,
delete,
delete,
delete,
delete,
delete,
delete...
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